Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 350 The Intern Weasley
A whistle blew to urge everyone to practice.

The Hogwarts exams are over, the old professors of the exam administration have left, and all the teachers and students are on holiday, leisurely waiting for their report cards and the arrival of summer vacation. Only the Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch players are still busy preparing for the upcoming finals.

The usually empty Quidditch pitch is bustling with activity today.

In order to be in the best condition for the finals at the end of the school year, under the supervision of the two deans, the two teams sat down together to negotiate and end their past fierce competition for the training ground. They reached an agreement that Gryffindor and Slytherin would share the time to use the training ground equally.

Without heavy schoolwork, watching the team train became a way for spectators to pass the time.

The players didn't mind; some sat around in the stands cheering. It was a rare opportunity to be in the spotlight, making even the tough training much more fun.

Captain Wood, dressed in a red cloak, clapped his hands, signaling everyone to stand over, and then briefly outlined today's training tasks:
"Because there were too many students watching, we didn't demonstrate the tactics in public to avoid leaking the tactics. We mainly focused on basic physical fitness and ball skills practice."

A Quidditch team has four main types of players: the Chaser, the Beater, the Seeker, and the Keeper. Among them, the Beater has the most demanding requirements in terms of physical fitness and strength. The player who holds the bat is responsible for keeping the Chaser away from friendly players while trying to hit it towards the opposing players.

"The rules of Quidditch have evolved for hundreds of years, hasn't anyone suggested giving preferential treatment to the batsman?"

George and Fred finished their 271st round of batting practice, panting and complaining.

There are four player positions. Everyone else just needs to control their brooms, but only the two of them swing their bats, getting all sweaty. Harry, in particular, wanders around the perimeter of the field, moving at his own pace, relaxed and comfortable, with fans clapping and cheering for him.

George's gaze locked onto Harry, a hint of envy in his eyes.

"Look there! Oliver's having an easier time!" Fred pointed his bat at the base of the scoring ring.

Oliver Wood, who was supposed to be guarding in front of the circle for interception practice, had stopped flying, stepped off his broom, and was talking quietly with Professor Levent.

Wood nodded repeatedly, and Professor Levent smiled gently. Before leaving, he seemed to notice their gazes and waved to them.

Hey! Wood!

"How can the captain lead the way in slacking off!"

As soon as the professor stepped off the field, the two batters immediately descended vertically, hovering in front of the captain and urging him on in his usual tone.

Wood glanced at them calmly and said, "Keep practicing."

"..."

The soon-to-graduate team leader is still a team leader, and his official authority is overwhelming.

The twin brothers were indignant, but could only try to lift the broom upwards.

During practice, they began to imagine the wandering ball as Oliver's annoying face, and the sound of each swing, sometimes dull and sometimes crisp, became much more pleasant.

After practice ended and the players returned to the locker room, Wood strolled over to the twins and said unhurriedly:
"The professor asked me to tell you two to prepare in advance, because after the finals, he will take you to visit the Muggle factory."

"Muggle factory? What Muggle factory?"

Angelina and Spinnett immediately turned to look at them.

George and Fred exchanged a glance and couldn't help but grin: "Of course, it's the factory where we did our summer internships!"

Hearing their hearty laughter, Harry, who was tidying up his broom, looked up. Sunlight streamed in through the skylight. It was already June, and the willow branches outside the window were lush and green, while the tiny wildflowers along the roadside looked like a sky full of stars.

“Harry, you should go back to the castle with them,” Captain Wood’s voice rang in my ears.

Harry turned his head and held up the broom that hadn't been properly maintained: "But... these brooms still need to be sent back to the storeroom."

"I'll do it."

Wood took the broom, sat down on the low stool next to him, and skillfully tidied up the grass and pebbles in the broom's end: "I'm leaving Hogwarts soon, and I won't have the chance to do this again."

Harry suddenly felt a little sad. When he first encountered Quidditch, it was Captain Wood who taught him the basic rules.

"Pudemere United has professional broom maintenance staff."

Harry was speechless for a moment. After chuckling and cursing a couple of times, he left with the other players. As he went out, he glanced back and saw the captain talking to himself while looking at a broom, as if saying goodbye.

For no apparent reason, he suddenly thought of Sirius Black and began to look forward to the upcoming summer vacation.

……

Late at night, in the Gryffindor boys' dormitory.

The room, now dark, was quiet. After taking a shower, Xia Ye lay on the soft four-poster bed. The fatigue from the day's training seeped into her bones, into her muscles and blood vessels, and she didn't want to move a single finger.

At this time of day, the twins would usually be snoring away in bed, but tonight they just couldn't fall asleep. It was almost dawn, and their eyes were wide open, shining brightly in the darkness.

George and Fred were physically exhausted, but their minds were too excited to sleep.

“George, George…” Fred turned over and called softly.

"What do you think a Muggle factory is like?" George asked first, his voice brimming with excitement.

The two are oviparous brothers who understand each other perfectly; a single glance is enough for them to convey their thoughts. Yet, at this moment, they are like freshmen just starting school, whispering secrets to each other and venting their turbulent emotions.

"Professor Levent mentioned assembly line production, which is incredibly efficient, almost like magic!"

"What kind of machine is an assembly line? Does it use water to help with production?"

"..."

The two imagined the industry of another world, where all kinds of metallic steel floated on the sea, and electrical appliances were produced as they collided with the waves. The more they thought about it, the more excited they became.

The more I think about it, the more impatient I become.

"Oh!"

George was suddenly struck on the head, and he stumbled, almost falling off the bed. The two of them turned to look.

Lee Jordan glared at the two men, his eyes bulging with dark circles: "Are you two ever going to stop? Do you need me to cast a stun spell on each of you?!"

George and Fred immediately pulled up the covers and lay flat, saying in unison:
"That's great!"

"Hurry up and come!"

Lee Jordan rolled his eyes, too lazy to bother with the two guys.

……

It was an afternoon in early June.

The students gathered on the shore of Black Lake or on the hillside of the grounds. The school corridors were quiet. Sitting in the Muggle Studies office, Hermione could hear the rustling of quills across the exam papers. The air was filled with the fragrance of violet ink from the Literati House. A stack of freshly graded papers was piled on the desk, the names in the name field undisguised, starting with Hannah Abbott—clearly third-year papers.

The young professor of Muggle Studies disliked working overtime but didn't mind having others take on extra work. Taking advantage of the students' free time after exams, he pulled the little witch over to grade papers.

The third-grade final exam was not difficult; there were no tricky multiple-choice questions. More than half of the students achieved a good standard, which was an excellent result for the teachers.

So why are classroom quizzes so difficult?
Hermione glanced at Melvin sitting opposite her, a thoughtful expression on her face.

Perhaps because the final exam papers need to be reviewed by other professors, the old professors of the Examination Authority, as well as Professor McGonagall and Professor Levent, had their strange ideas suppressed. Are the wizarding level exam papers really that easy?
Hermione was recording the results while pondering them, with a young snake sitting cross-legged to her left, its scales now more translucent and crystalline after molting.

Yulm has a strong learning ability and, after being influenced by Tooth and Crook Mountain, has developed some cat and dog habits.

It meows and barks randomly, wags its tail when it's in a good mood, and always comes over to watch the wizards work. Occasionally, it will crawl slowly on the exam papers, slowing them down.

Whenever Melvin or Hermione picks it up and moves it aside, it wags its tail and hisses with delight, as if it were some kind of game.

Due to the obstruction of the longhorned water snake, it wasn't until sunset that the grades of all the third-year students were recorded on the form. Hermione thoughtfully used different colors to mark the students around the passing grade, with Ron and Lavender prominently listed.

Hermione quietly wrote it down, then glanced at the clock on the wall: "Professor, it's almost dinner time, I'll head back now."

"Ah."

Melvin casually handed over a box of chocolates as payment for using the students' cheap labor: "Tomorrow afternoon at the same time, there are still the fourth and sixth grade exams left. I've finished grading them all. You're in charge of registering them and making a table."

"Okay, Professor."

Hermione actually quite enjoys this job; knowing her and others' exam results in advance gives her a strange sense of satisfaction.

"By the way, George and Fred are looking for you. They came by several times this afternoon, but they didn't knock," Melvin said casually.

Ever since they were notified that they would be visiting the Muggle factory, George and Fred had been trying to talk to Muggle acquaintances, with Hermione being a particular focus. However, the little witch had been kept on their own, working long hours and not getting any opportunities to speak with her.

For some reason, the twin brothers were acting coy, as if they wanted to find an opportunity to talk alone and didn't want others to know. They refused to wait for people in the auditorium or lounge, and lingered at the office door several times without knocking.

If others saw it, they might think it was just a coincidence that they were passing by.

However, Melvin's magical perception is extremely sharp.

"George and Fred?"

Hermione looked puzzled and suddenly became wary.

These two guys don't have a very good reputation.

……

June is already summer in the Scottish Highlands; the sun isn't scorching, but it's still quite warm.

George and Fred were wearing school uniforms over their clothes, but underneath they were Muggle clothes they'd found at a thrift store: peaked lapel morning suits, casual jackets, and turtlenecks, layered two or three times. They were even trying to wear jeans, making them walk rather awkwardly.

It was completely different from the wizard's robes they were used to.

Despite the heat and inconvenience, the two did not give up. They were about to visit a Muggle factory and begin their internships. They had to adapt to the Muggle clothing as quickly as possible to avoid giving themselves away and violating the secrecy laws.

The twin brothers hid behind the corner of the corridor, chewing on expired truancy candy, pacing back and forth, peeking out and occasionally glancing at the office door.

Why isn't Hermione out yet?

The twins were getting anxious; they desperately needed to consult their classmates who came from real Muggle families.

Half-wizards and half-Muggles are no good; their ideas and beliefs have been influenced by the magical world. Harry, a child from a host family, is no good either; he wears his cousin's hand-me-downs, so what does he know about dressing habits?
What clothes are acceptable for Muggle attire? Why can't you wear a pointed hat with a specimen on it?
And these jeans have absolutely no elasticity. Why would a Muggle wear something like this?
Actually, consulting Professor Levent would be a good option, as he always wears Muggle attire. However, considering that his clothes are too exquisite and the combinations are too elaborate, they are clearly not suitable for an internship.

On the other hand, the professor is not a local wizard, and his dressing habits may differ from those of the local Muggles.

George and Fred thought about this and couldn't help but think that since the internship would last for two months and span the entire summer, they weren't sure they could completely avoid making mistakes. Perhaps they should take some time to practice the Oblivion Spell.

If a magical leak occurs, they can attempt to erase the memory themselves without alerting the Ministry of Magic.

As the teaching assistant walked in, the two immediately went out to greet her: "Hermione, Hermione, quickly help us see if this outfit is Muggle-friendly enough?"

Hermione looked at the two of them, holding the candy box, her lips twitching slightly.

The little witch's strange expression seemed familiar, like the suppressed laughter they felt when their pranks succeeded.

The twins confirmed one thing: the outfit they had pieced together was indeed Muggle clothing, but no Muggle would wear it like that; it would not only be uncomfortable but also have a comical feel, like something out of a circus clown.

The slightly mocking gaze made the two of them a little embarrassed.

"This one……"

Fred looked away, tugged at his wizard robes to cover the messy clothes underneath: "Hermione, we just want to ask what kind of clothes we should wear for a Muggle factory internship."

George added, "My dad works for the Ministry of Magic, and Percy is about to become one too. We can't break the secrecy law, or it will implicate them."

Hermione suppressed a laugh: "I don't want that restrictive morning suit, anything else is fine."

“I told you the professor’s style of dress doesn’t fit the local Muggle culture.”

George muttered that his morning suit was just like Professor Levent's.

“It’s not that it’s not in line with our habits, it’s just that the dress makes it inconvenient to move around, and factories require physical labor,” Hermione explained.

"What about the pants?"

Fred rolled up his trouser leg, revealing his jeans underneath.

Hermione nodded slightly: "These pants are quite good. They're sturdy, stylish, durable, and dirt-resistant. Lumberjacks and gold prospectors wear these for work. Actually, you could also change your jackets to denim jackets."

"A denim outfit?"

"We get it!"

George and Fred, having received a definite answer, turned around excitedly, tearing off their tattered clothes as they walked, cheering and jumping for joy, looking like prisoners freed from their shackles.

"..."

A wizard goes to intern at a Muggle factory?
Can a Muggle-born wizard intern at a wizarding company?

Hermione pursed her lips, a glint of light in her brown eyes.

(End of this chapter)